The bounty of the Lord

It being Thanksgiving Monday here in Canada, I’ll just point to this song that I stumbled across on a compilation CD.  It’s by a folkie-sounding singer-songwriter named Claire Holley, of whom I’d never heard before.

I have wandered from my home
My lips are dry, my feet are worn
My eyes are blinded by the dust clouds in the road
But I’m looking for the day
when the rain will come and pour
My hope is in the bounty of the Lord

Oh, I’ve traveled far away
Like a reckless, running train
Bound nowhere, racing in the night
Now I’m gathered in the hands
That formed the meadowed land
I am resting in the bounty of the Lord
Yeah I am resting in the bounty of the Lord

I can hear the people singing
And the sound of tambourining
Every member of my distant family
It’s the place that I believe in
Even though I’ve never seen it
I’m believing in the bounty of the Lord
I’m believing in the bounty of the Lord
My hope is in the bounty of the Lord

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I can’t say I’ve ever heard the word “tambourining” before, but I do like the song.

A Google search turned up this YouTube clip … someone has combined the song with photos – mostly vintage black & white ones … you might think it’s a bit too sweet, but I’m a sucker for that kind of thing.

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